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I paused dramatically.
“I can’t think of a night more special than tonight,” I squeezed his hands.
“That’s still not a question, gorgeous.” I could tell by the smile on his face that he knew where I was going with this.
“Mick. Will you fuck me?”
Mick looked at me and then pulled his hands from my grasp.
“No, Lucy. I will not fuck you tonight.”
And with that, my heart sank.
Mick leaned forward, pressed a kiss to my lips, brushed the hair back from my forehead, then whispered in my ear, “I’m not going to fuck you, I’m going to make love to you.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and then to my lips.
My heart soared. I was going to lose my virginity to Mick Brady. I frantically kissed him back and fumbled with the button on his jeans.
“Whoa, girl,” he smiled. “We’ve got all night. And tomorrow. And the next day.”
I was hungry for him and didn’t want to wait. He seemed determined to tease me until my pent-up sexual desire made me burst. He dismounted me, swept me into his arms and carried me into his bedroom.
Chapter 32 – Mick
Carrying Lucy into my bedroom felt like the most natural thing in the world. Fuck, I was so hard I had wanted to rip off her pants and take her right there on the couch. Then I remembered that she was a virgin and that this was going to be my first time having sex since October, a monumental event for both of us.
I buried my face in her hair and inhaled her citrusy scent as I set her down on the bed. I pulled back the thick duvet and gently set her casted ankle down on the bed. She shimmied back and reclined into the down pillows.
She reached up and grasped me by my neck, pulling me down on top of her. She was a strong and tough woman and I doubted that she would ever tell me if I were hurting her ankle, so I pressed my hands into the mattress to keep my body weight from crushing her. I know there’s no scientific explanation, but every time my lips touched hers, I felt a pulse of energy shoot through my body and warm me from within. I mean, her touch got me so rock hard I thought the zipper in my pants was going to split from the pressure of my response. I loved the way the kisses I planted along her jawbone made her smile, and I shivered when I heard the quiet moans escape through her pink lips.
The woman was horny. Anyone could see it as plain as day. I could feel her writhing in my arms as I carried her to my helicopter. I knew that her body wanted it, and I was only happy to oblige, but I also wanted to be sure that her mind was ready. I propped myself up on my elbow and traced my finger down her chin and between her breasts, goosebumps trailed closely behind.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? I can wait. I will wait for you, Lucy...” I heard the words coming out of my mouth, but they seemed so foreign, like nothing I had ever said before in my life because, well, I hadn’t. I had never thought about what the woman, ahem, women in my bed were thinking.
She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at me. She seemed amused. “Mick, I’ve been naked in a sleeping bag with you. Take off my clothes and show me what you wanted to do to me when you first met me.”
“Lucy, when I first met you, the only thing I wanted to do was keep you alive.” I ran my hands through her hair and kissed her lips tenderly.
“Oh, come on. Tell me you didn’t want to, you know, do it with me in the sleeping bag that night,” she rested her hand on my cheek and stroked my beard.
I pulled her hand from my face and held it to my heart, “I swear to god, Lucy. Sleeping with you didn’t even cross my mind.”
Her eyes narrowed, she pulled her hand from mine and crossed her arms across her chest. “I wasn’t hot enough for you?”
Jesus Christ.
I pried her hand from her armpit. She resisted, but only mildly. I kissed her fingertips. “No, of course not. I mean yes, you were hot enough.” I was frustrated but could understand where she was coming from. “Fuck, Lucy. Here’s the thing. The fact that I only wanted to help you, that I didn’t see you as something just to, um, fuck. That’s special.” I kissed the top of her hand again and I could feel her body relax. “You are a beautiful woman. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
She didn’t respond. Her eyes searched mine and all I could hear was the fire crackling from the living room. I could tell that she didn’t believe me.
“I can have any woman I want,” I continued. “I know that you know that now. And I have. I’ve had lots of women, you know that too. But you, Lucy. You are so smart and kind - as well as gorgeous. You’re the first woman I’ve wanted to slow down for and get to know. I want you around in the morning when I wake up. I want to know what you eat for breakfast. You’re special, Lucy. I don’t want you to ever question that.”
The tears brimmed in her eyes and a lone drop trickled down her cheek. I leaned forward and kissed its saltiness.
“I love you, Lucy.”
She wasn’t the first woman in my bed, but she was the first woman in my heart.
“I love you too, Mick,” she whispered.
